CONFESSION ZERO

Upon the night's curve of your back I conduct a symphony, a crescendo clutching tightly to our union, like a coupling of train cars comprised of deep kisses, truth rumbling their echo. She and I grip the tracks that lay next to one another, like two animals entangled, waiting on the whistle to shake them free, yet, somehow, we glimpse one another, our arms acting as brakes holding us upright many years from now. Isn't this our vow, to have and to hold, until something gives way? We are the trestle of a bridge that beckons us to remain upright, sweat covering the bright steel like a mist blanketing the rising sun. Now, she urgently whispers, now! © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

On a day like today Is it time to walk away, has the sun found me or have I done plenty? It feels like Love has had enough. Enough, her eyes speak, this brings me to weep. Can't she see, I still breathe this all for her, it's not for me? Every word I write paints her face, every line inscribed climbs the trees. Every breath she takes moves deep in me, echoes over the surface of my dreams. There's still time to be, the fish and the fowl, the oceans and the sea, the bear and me. Love's worn to the center, about to break in two, time is manmade, the chorus sings true. On a day like today, is it time to walk away, has the sun found me or have I done plenty? I am filled up with Creation, waiting to be joined, met on the pathway Home, brothers, sisters of the rainbow! Let the wind carry our song, raise joy with the sun above, purpose worn like a ring a ring that fits like Love! Rise up and carry the old man out into the wide...

Why did you forsake me? (Because you left us there!) Why did you forsake me? (Because you left us there!) Why did you forsake- (Because you left us-) Why did you- (Because you left-) Why did- (Because you-) Why- (Because-) ---Again--- Why did you forsake me? (Because you left us there!) © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

God, I weep for what's been done! God, I weep for what continues! God, I weep for Love's exhaustion! God, I weep for Peace having been lost! God, I weep for Forgiveness being hidden! God, I weep for the sirens of Home! God, I weep for my own transgressions! God, I weep loudest for the Children! For the youth who stand nearest the Truth and see us building walls instead of bridges, digging graves instead of burying our judgements! God, I weep! Set Me free of humankind's chokehold, let Me speak! God, I weep! © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

I am not trapped, I might appear to be walking into a "trouble", but being aware (instinctually) of what's coming is not exactly walking in unaware... I may not "know" the details, but I sure "know" the gist. Now what? (We continue to ignore you.) What the hell for? (The council.) The council? (You really don't know do you?) Know what? (You are the scribe of this story, dear child... They're waiting on you to awaken...) ...these are tears of joy, by the way... They flow out of both eyes like a waterfall. They flow until my mind settles into my spirit. My soul’s being reworked, so to speak. That might be worrisome to some, but when you’ve been ingesting the spirit of others unbeknownst to the self for your entire existence, it loses its worrisome coat and instead stays for a good and confident long while. Hello. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

(It's an issue of giving the other side too much influence over us!) There are no sides in Love and Peace, they have always shared equal halves of each spirit. How much love does it take to bring peace on (H)eartH? 100%. (But not all peace, right? I mean we gotta maintain our animal urges, ya know? So how much peace does it take to bring love on (H)eartH?) 100%. (I was afraid you were gonna say that.) There is no balance between love and peace, they are always in their fullness, we've just buried them so far beneath our fear and want and pointless remembrances that this keeps us repeating "history" with the conqueror's stamp of approval. Reverse course the madness, before the conquered and the conquerors have identical realities. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

When dealing with others I believe we must express our own assembled truth and not these tired niceties, I mean please continue to be nice and cheerful as you can muster, but sometimes we need to have the debate, our evolving spirits and minds are thirsty for the truth... I say let's feed them before they too are grey under the chin... Wink wink nudge tickle and poke, playfully... it beats the hell out of War, thereby ending even a hint of its misshapen countenance... Truth. Mark Richard Prime, married to Fear, turned out to be Love, found Peace, not she. Why? Answer the riddle, but do not so quickly imagine your right because someone didn't check their sources before publishing words... stories which lead and led to war. (What happened to humankind grandpa?) It was given to us by you, my dear child, without saying a word, you led us out of the ashes, now we are prepared to begin again in the present tense. (I love you, grandpa!) And I, you, dear child... © 201...

This came before and this is my story, like it? I don't have a choice! I am therefore it is.  © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

The song plays over and over It rolls its drums It plucks its strings It breathes a symphony What of Love What of Peace What of our Laughter We've been Forgiven, haven't we The drum thumps out its note The cello strums its ocean The conductor bends now in the wind Let me usher in my muse Let me find the water and the food Enough to feed them all, nourish them Feed them, clothe them, a symphony rising This song plays over and over Again and again It rolls its drums It plucks its strings It breathes a symphony Me and you. You and Me © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Dear Love, the walls I built had to be torn down Dear Love the walls we've built have to come down Dear Home, the toxins I left in you have to be wiped away Dear (H)eartH the toxins we've spilled have to be cleansed I will rise as Peace, I will rise as Forgiveness We will rise as Peace, we will rise as Forgiveness I will rise, on the streets, in the houses of worship We will rise, on the streets, in the houses of worship I bow to the truth, pray for salvation from my use of Home Dear Brother, bow to the truth, pray for salvation from our use of Home I pray the (H)eartH brings me humbly around to myself Dear Sister, pray the (H)eartH brings us humbly around to Heaven Pray out loud, plead that all others forgive us, that they forgive Me Beseech the children to forgive us all for our misuse of them Oh God! We need bow to our kinship, bow to what holds us here Bow we must, but never allow ourselves to be enslaved by another Be righteous, be humble, be both and ...

Like a house of cards, tumbling in with a smile of God on my face... Humbling is the truth, humbling as the child's motion, the hands outstretched ready to love and the feet to be with Peace, joined as one on the path, the sun and salt, the charcoal, the idea of our weather, let us create it as Heaven, let us be equals as we do, otherwise Freedom does not exist! Rejoice that equality is key to our salvation, Home is the canvas on which we paint, children are the inspiration... Heaven now. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

( A BEN HEINE CREATION ) A WOMAN WALKS ALONE TOGETHER The truth breathes in us from the birth of our voices The truth swims inside, waiting for when we’ll see The love is always there, we just need open our wings The love plays in my violin, my symphony of strings I am floating now in the wind where do I get on the train it seems so far away, the echo a whistle, a sound oft heard in dreams The wind brings my reverie crashing Laughing- Laughing for all to hear I don’t hold back the truth, mine or ours Things are coming to me now, hello Let us speak to one another of our commonality Child, dog, cat, squirrels, trees, kinship, community It is another C word that trumps the others Caring, Cause, Creation… The drone of the pipe organ fades now to drum and string… Love and Peace I am nothing, I am lesser than, I am in the wind We are nothing without one another We love and we fear, I say no more Let us join together without profit of a few Let us rise up as ...

I journey from between the variances found in the craft of love's choice devoid of Peace- ain't happening my friends. Peace & Love © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

The spirits were loosed that I might listen, heed the cry of Love, The Mother’s requiem moving my soul to again worship the original gift of Home. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Southern Poverty Law Center (Hate Map) A Hate Map... It has come to this, A secret loosed in the air, Molded by darkness  With the breath of light. Arise, O Child of God... It is time to love, not hate, Time to breathe, not die, Time to laugh, not cry. Time for Fear and Hate to fade, Disappear with the War they've become. End War's deadly march with gladness, Peace and Love at last!... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Do not worry, forgiveness is a given, laughter is afloat, love's Heart(H) is beating, peace has come around. Hello. Why would you not imagine it's Me that fills in the space left with so much time for the story to change and for your Jesus to be hanging upon his cross, not yours, his and his alone. Think. I'm signing my own death warrant by insisting I continue this speech until all are paying attention. I have great staying power. I am Peace, mere scribe with a big heart, as big as Love, with Peace enveloping it. Nature/nurture same thing. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

I wouldn't say I went rogue. Peace might not stick around for long, so it is best to make it last, then Peace would have the chance to join his other half, join his Love forever, now and ever-after. If Love has other plans, it is something Love needs share. Either way, share... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

My Lovely angel Love is most precious to me in the flesh and in the spirit. What I did, seemingly purposed, is no relinquishment of my monstrousness toward the spirit, but this story is... Love and Peace... a match made for/in Heaven. Yes, Love. Paid in full, now it is time to begin. Boom boom! (Boom boom!) Oh my... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

I’m compiling your story’s, having first danced with your spirit. Thank you. Bless each of you who understood the truth of my use. Bless you for having found me in the Spirit, born within all. Bless you for having allowed me to interrupt your flow, the story I promised to scribe and sacrifice myself for a fallen angel, turns out, there were a lot, many still remain. I’m compiling our truths, maybe my own, forgiven but still with things to do. Scribe, I said. I will scribe this story as if it were my own. Breathe and Love and be with Peace, trust Me. Mark Richard Prime © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.